The Recognition I Didn’t Expect

A few weeks back, all of the STAR Chapters in the State of Ohio gathered at the state park in Mt. Gilead, OH, for the annual State Rally. Because I have ridden with several Ohio Chapters, it was a special time for me. Instead of simply hanging out with members of my Chapter, I was able to spend time with friends in other chapters. Riding a bike has really allowed me to travel around Ohio, meeting great people, and seeing parts of the state that others miss when they drive highways.

The State Rally allows the Ohio STAR Ambassadors to present Chapters and individuals with awards for their work throughout the year. In front of pretty much every member of every Chapter.

Not really paying attention to some of the awards; I was talking with the President of Chapter 300 about various topics, some riding, mostly personal, I heard my name being called over the PA system, along with three other members from my Chapter.

We were honored with the Good Samaritan award for helping a fallen rider on August 17. The award:


In addition, we were presented a rocker for our Chapter vests (one can never have too many patches):


It was hard to accept that I earned this award. All I could think was “anyone in the same position would have done the same thing.” But, funny thing, a very good friend told me that no, not everyone would have acted in the same manner under the same circumstances. I have give a lot of credit to some amazing people I know, whom I saw in action earlier this year, for demonstrating what people do in somewhat similar circumstances. I will never forget what they did, they are an inspiration to me.

This award is one that I hope I never earn again. However, I need to be better prepared for whatever may happen on the road.

When I got back from Mt. Gilead, I ordered a first aid kit to put in my saddle bags. That wasn’t enough – I’ll be taking a Red Cross First Aid class soon. Next up, a satellite phone – no matter what AT&T, Sprint, or Verizon might tell you, there are some very dead cell spots in Ohio, with some of the best motorcycle roads, and coverage is extremely important. You can’t hope for the kindness of strangers to make an emergency call.

A first aid kit, a sat phone, and more training. Always, more training – the most important item. Anything else?

Ride, Interrupted

Saturday, I joined four other members of Star Touring and Riding for an unbelievable day of riding. We were going to ride two of the best motorcycle roads in the entire state of Ohio; Route 555 and Route 26. It was going to be a ride not for the casual rider; about 450 miles, two very challenging and technical roads, gone for roughly 10-12 hours. And, it was a spectacular day, sunny, with a high of about 80°.

Now, you may think that I am a homie for saying that these are great roads. At a gas stop in Millersburg, OH, we got to talking with two other bikers. They just completed the Triple Nickel (Route 555) and were heading to Cleveland, via Route 83, to eat at Hot Sauce Williams. Big deal, you say? What if I told you the bikers were from New Jersey and specifically came to Ohio to ride 555? Yeah, it’s that good.

Here is the route (click on map for a larger version):



  • Route 83, south of Millersburg, had quite long portion recently blacktopped. And it was fantastic riding.
  • Leading the ride from Mi Mi’s Restaurant to Zanesville. I am extremely familiar with this route.
  • Passing through New Concord, OH.

Here is the actual route we took (click on map for a larger version):


A little bit shorter than we expected. Because the unexpected occurred.

As I had ridden a portion of 555, and experienced Route 26, I was a bit conservative riding 555; I did not look at any of the scenery. Rather, I was fully focused on the road. No goats for me this time.

At point B on the map, one of the riders in our group, Doug, went down as he was negotiating an uphill, blind right curve. Adding to the complexity, there was gravel in the road, from nearly the center line to the edge of the pavement. For those of you that ride, Doug went over the high side of his bike, the bike sliding on the left side. As I was behind Doug and another rider, I was the first to ride up on the scene. I thought, “Wow, there’s a bike off the road.” Then, seeing the other rider in the road, running to the bike, I changed that thought to “I know these two people.” Another emergency stop on what passes for berm in Nowhere, OH, I was off my bike.

Because that wasn’t enough of a shock, we had AT&T, Verizon, and Sprint customers in our riding party. None of us had any sort of cellular signal at all. Yes, we were, quite literally, in the middle of nowhere.

Then, about 3 minutes after the accident, the first of two great things happened: A rider, behind us, stopped and assisted. He had been in the medical field for 10 years and took over the scene, making sure that Doug was a comfortable as possible while asking him questions to ascertain his injuries. About 7 minutes later, a family in a pickup truck stopped and asked if they could help. As luck would have it, they lived about 2 miles up the road and had a land line – they were the ones that called 911 for us.

Roughly 25 minutes after the accident, EMS and firemen rolled up.

EMS working on Doug

Damaged bike, EMS working on Doug

If you click the above picture, I have added notes, explaining some of visual damage.

After loading Doug into the ambulance, I and another ride followed the ambulance to the “nearest” hospital, in Zanesville. The other two riders stayed on scene to wait for the Ohio State Highway Patrol to  arrive and answer their questions and for the wrecker.

About three hours after arriving at the hospital (roughly 5:30PM), Doug was discharged. He suffered a concussion and a break in his ring finger and in the little finger of his right hand. Plus, road rash on his knees and other bumps and bruises to his body.

By the way, as hard as I tried, I couldn’t get the hospital to perform invasive procedures on Doug. I guess $20 doesn’t go as far as it used to (humor/laughter is critical to a healthy recovery).

Why “just” a concussion? Let’s look at his helmet (notes included on this photo):

The Helmet

Closer look at the crack

Nice crack, huh?

After being discharged, Doug rode home with his wife and the wife of one of the other riders. Two people that drove to Zanesville from Cleveland, shortly after being informed of the accident. The rest of us, the remaining four riders, rode home.

Today, Sunday, myself and another member of Chapter 178, drove to McConnelsville with a trailer to bring Doug’s bike home.

Bike on the trailer

A long weekend on the road, but it was worth it to ride, to assist Doug, to bring his bike back home, and to spend nine hours with Joe today.

Finally, in case you were wondering, yes, I always wear a helmet when I ride. I highly recommend that you do as well.

My Flickr set from Saturday.

Thirteen Hundred Miles

I took a week off of work last week to attend Star Days in Harrisburg, PA. This is an annual event that brings together members of Star Riding and Touring for fun, friendship, and riding. Joining me on the ride out to Harrisburg were two members of our Chapter, John and Jeff.

I wanted to ride Route 30 most, or all, of the way to Harrisburg, as it is a great route (Thank you, Denny, for the assist on the route through Pittsburgh). However, by the time we made it to Irwin, PA, all of us had enough of Route 30, it’s 40mph speed limit, and the oppressive heat. The road was really good, the towns we passed were interesting, and it was a pleasurable ride. But it was time to get on the turnpike and get to the hotel, and air conditioning, as quickly as possible. We made a tactical error on the turnpike, only stopping for gas and refreshments (lots of Gatorade and water). This made for a pretty grueling ride, an error we would not make on the way back to Cleveland.

Wednesday, we started the day with a Feed the Children ride. We loaded up our bikes with boxes of food, rode a police escorted route to a distribution point, and helped distribute food to 800 families. Because our Chapter was in the Top Ten of all chapters for money raising, we were afforded the right to ride in the front of the group. After we were done, John, Jeff, and I headed back to the hotel to take advantage of the bike wash (our bikes were pretty filthy from the ride to Harrisburg), to have some maintenance done to them, and to check out the vendor area. I availed myself to the Yamaha tent to ride a Stratoliner and a 1300 Deluxe. On Thursday, I rode the VMAX. Twice. It was the most fun I’ve ever had on two wheels. Melt your face off performance.

After all of the demo rides and after John had his oil changed, we headed off for Thurmont, MD and Catoctin Mountain Park. I’ve driven through there on several occasions and knew it would be a great bike ride. It was, as I scraped floorboards on several occasions. The cool, fresh air was welcome respite from the heat. From there, we rode to Gettysburg and to take the bus tour (air conditioning cannot be underestimated). It was the first time I’ve had a guided tour of Gettysburg and it was wonderful. On the way back to the hotel, we had to stop on the side of Route 15 as we could see rain ahead of us. We geared up for it and rode on. For about 15 minutes, it was wonderfully cool. And wet. Very wet. Then, it was over and the heat returned. Since I was head to toe in rain gear, I was extra hot. How hot? It was like I was in an oven bag, cooking up with some potatoes and carrots. When we stopped for gas, I stripped off the gear as fast as I could, as if I had fire ants in my pants.

Friday, we headed back to Cleveland. This time, however, we made plans to stop at every other rest stop on the turnpike. To gas up and to replenish our fluids. It was a great plan. Just before Pittsburgh, we checked the weather and decided it would be a good idea to gear up for rain. Back into the rain suit and full face helmet for me. The temperature dropped (yeah!) and the rain came. But we soldiered onward. At the first rest stop in Ohio, we stopped, stripped out of the rain gear, and gassed up. Looking at the weather map, we were heading into some rain. But we decided that there was no way we were going to stay in the rain gear, it was that hot in the gear.

Not too long after that, we hit the rain. Torrential rain. Rain so hard that we passed about twelve cars sitting on the side of the road waiting out the rain. We waved at them as we rode by.

“Pussies,” I said to myself.

Then it stopped. And I started laughing. Water was pouring off of me, my front was soaked, my back dry. Every time I turned my head, for example to move into another lane or look at the scenery, water came off of me. It was hilarious. Except for my wet socks inside my boots. But it didn’t take long to dry off in the heat.

We made it home with no more weather related issues. Nor any issues with drivers.

Some have inquired as to how I travel on the bike, so here are two pictures of it, loaded for the trip. The Flickr photos have notes, which should answer most questions. Plus, you can see the enhancements I’ve made to it.



Next year, Star Days will be in St. Charles, MO.

The Star Days route (you can click on the picture for a much larger map):


Then, on Saturday, I joined Mark and Doug for a ride to Roar on the Shore, in Erie, PA. While taking a break from walking around, we were caught by a staff photographer, relaxing on, and behind, our bikes:

When the week was over, I had ridden 1303 miles. My bike, which I purchased new, with zero miles, in April of 2012, now has 16, 713 miles on it. I think I love riding. A lot.

Link: Star Days 2013 Flickr Set

Link: Roar on the Shore 2013 Flickr Set

Chapter 300 July Ride

This past weekend, I was invited to ride with Star Chapter 300 on their July ride to Marietta, OH. This ride, through southeastern Ohio, included several portions along some of the best motorcycling roads in Ohio (State Route 555 and State Route 26). Roads like these are not available in northeastern Ohio, so I *had* to join the Chapter and ride with them.

Here is the route:


Just looking at the map brings a smile to my face. Look at those curvy, winding roads.

While the day started overcast, it quickly turned sunny and warm. A perfect start to the ride.

Everything was going well until we rolled into Somerset, OH. There, we had to stop for about an hour while the town enjoyed a July 4th parade. When we were finally able to get riding, it was more great roads to McConnelsville, OH. I believe that I was smiling the entire way, it was that much fun.

After a lunch stop in McConnelsville, we bid farewell to two bikes and it was off to Marietta. Phenomenal roads and scenery greeted us. And so did some rain.

We didn’t stop to gear up, even though we did pause to decide if it was worth it to get in the rain gear.

After a gas stop in Marietta, it was off to ride State Route 26, one of the best motorcycling roads in Ohio, which runs through Wayne National Forest. In a word, awesome. On the way north, we stopped to see a covered bridge, a pretty popular stop along 26. I was fortunate to see a wild turkey, and, what I think were turkey vultures (feasting on fresh road kill, which was pretty abundant).  I also saw some baby goats, which were a major distraction for me.

Those damn goats made me lose my line in a curve and I ended up dropping the bike, as I rode onto the gravel on the side of the road. Thankfully, the engine guards and saddle bag guards prevented any damage to the bike. And my Kevlar jeans and jacket prevented any damage to me. Although I am a bit sore from where my unprotected ribs hit the pavement.

Lesson learned: ALWAYS, always focus on the road.

After taking a little break to allow me to settle down, we continued onward to Route 78.

One experience on Route 78 is worth noting. And, if you are ever in the area, or near it, you really need to stop and see the bucket from Big Muskie. Pictures are one thing, seeing this monstrous bucket up close is totally another. And the view from Miner’s Memorial Park is incredible. It is said that on a clear day, you can see the curvature of the Earth from the park.

Big Muskie

It was about when we rode into McConnelsville that it started to rain again, but sadly it was also where I said “goodbye” to the other riders. We shot up Route 60, them to get on Route 70 and head back to Columbus and I to check into a hotel in Zanesville.

Roughly 240 miles, we rode from about 11AM until close to 8PM.

Link: Photo set from the ride

Lake Erie Adventure 2013

A few weeks ago, 23 motorcycles and 29 people (myself included) rode around Lake Erie. It was a trip I planned to ride, probably by myself, but when two members of Star Touring and Riding, Chapter 331, announced that they would be leading a ride, I quickly signed up to ride with them.

When I returned, I had ridden 750 miles, through 4 states, 2 countries, and 1 province. We stopped for the night in London, ON, CA and Niagara Falls, ON, CA. Both overnight stops were well planned; there were ample restaurants/bars within walking distance of the hotels (very important when your only mode of transportation is on motorized two wheels).

The route:


What I learned:

  • Overall, the Canadians we interacted with, be it service station attendants, bar/wait staff, curious onlookers, etc., are very friendly people. It still amazes me that when you ride, people will approach you to talk about your bike, their bike, your travels, their travels, or just to say “Hi,” and ask “where are you going?” Major credit when you tell them that you are riding around Lake Erie. On the motorcycle.
  • The US does not have a corner on the patriotism market. Everywhere we rode, Canadian flags were flying, banners were proclaiming support for their armed service members, cemeteries had little Canadian flags marking graves of former service members.
  • The north shore of Lake Erie is nothing like the south shore. The north shore smells wonderfully natural. It is much more open. Access to the lake doesn’t seem as limited as it is on the south shore. Restaurants and bars can be found right on the shore, very unusual for the south shore. There are spectacular vistas from the roads paralleling the lake, unbroken by either housing or industry.
  • Outside of Leamington, ON, CA, are the largest greenhouses I’ve ever seen. Rolling into Leamington, you realize why: Heinz has a major tomato processing facility in the town. And you realize that you are in the “Tomato Capital of Canada.”
  • You don’t get a stamp in your passport from Canada, that would increase the wait times at the border. If you want a Canada stamp, your best bet is to fly into Canada.
  • The road signs are in kilometers. At first, seeing a distance of 195 to London, ON, CA, was a bit of a shock. But then, after performing a little mental math, the distance wasn’t so bad. You have to keep the mental gyrations simple whilst on a bike, especially when you are traveling in a group and to keep the surprises to a minimum.
  • Holy crap is having a US cellular phone expensive to use in Canada. It was about $0.89/minute (plus roaming) for a call, $2.05/MB for data. Once we stopped in Leamington, Verizon was nice enough to text me my new “plan,” but I decided to simply turn the phone off. Especially since both hotel’s wireless wasn’t too accessible and there is no wireless on the bike.

Since no one was riding on my bike with me, I have limited photos of the adventure, but what I did take are posted here.

Here’s a shot of a store in Port Dover, ON, CA, a wonderful little town on the shore of Lake Erie.

Port Dover, ON, CA

There will be another Adventure next year, not around Lake Erie, but somewhere else in Canada. I’m already looking forward to it.